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A.P.P.R.R.I.L. ? by: Jennifer Richardson
I was an accounts assistant in the department. She was the department
manager. I was shy and retiring. She was outgoing and assured. I was
never the subject of small talk. She was always the centre to office
gossip. I lived alone in a small bachelor flat. She was divorced but
had kept the marital mansion. I found a pair of black satin French
knickers in a bag by her desk. She had been shopping at lunchtime. I
couldn't help holding the knickers against my cheek. She caught me
doing it.
"Nice aren't they?" She said from behind me.
I jumped so high I nearly put my head through the ceiling tiles.
"Like the feel of them do you Andy?"
"Erm, they, erm."
She was between me and the door, I put the offending article on the
desk.
"I'd erm, better be going."
"Why? Scared of being seen with a pair of knickers in your hands?"
"No, but, erm."
She turned round and closed the door.
"You're not a pantie pervert are you Andy?"
"No!"
"Andy Pantie Richardson pantie pervert!" her voice was low, just
above a husky whisper.
"Look, Sandra, I.."
"I know people are always gossiping about me but this would really
give them something to chatter about wouldn't it?"
"Please Sandra, I mean, I'm very sorry."
"I bet you are Andy, do you steal knickers from washing lines too?"
"I wasn't stealing them!" I protested.
"No, you were just sniffing them weren't you?"
"No! I was..."
"Stroking them against your cheeks."
"Well, yes," I said lamely.
Sandra picked the panties up and moved round the desk. Holding them up
on the tips of her manicured nails. She slipped her hand inside them
and then lay her palm against my cheek.
"Stroking them back and forth, up and down, so slowly and so softly,"
she whispered, describing her actions. "Dreaming of wearing them."
"No!" I gasped.
"I think you were Andy."
"No!" I croaked.
"You wish you could wear them don't you?" Her hands still stroking them
across my cheeks, over my lips and nose to the other cheek and back
again.
"No Sandra." My voice was just about gone.
"Tell me the truth Andy."
"I am."
"Shall I ask the girls if they have ever noticed their clothes have
been, interfered with?"
"No!"
"Should I get you a smart office uniform like they wear?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because.."
"Would you like a company uniform like the girls wear?"
"Sandra!"
"A nice tight maroon skirt and a tailored jacket."
"No!"
"A soft white blouse with the lovely maroon bow at the throat."
"No!"
"You'd wear lovely lingerie under it wouldn't you Andy Pantie
Richardson pantie pervert."
"No!" I whimpered.
She slipped the panties over my head, encasing my face in their
softness. Her fingers began tracing circles on my face. My breathing
came in hurried gasps and I knew that I was getting very close to
making a mess in my own pants.
"You're going to cum aren't you Andy?" Her voice was a whisper in my
ear.
"No!" I gasped.
"Thinking about wearing. My. Lovely. Black. Satin. Lace. Trimmed.
French. Knickers." With each word she stroked my face with her
fingertips.
I could barely breathe.
"Cum for me Andy, come in your pants." Her lips met mine through the
soft satin and poked the material into my mouth with her tongue.
My whole body trembled with the humiliation, the urgent need and the
embarrassment. My shame and guilt were confirmed when shaking and
shuddering I groaned and shivered in orgasm.
I didn't dare open my eyes when she slipped the panties from my head.
"You better go clean up Andy."
Close to sobbing and with tears gathering in my eyes I looked at the
floor. Without raising my head I saw her slowly stuff the panties
into the breast pocket of my jacket.
"It's as well you have a clean pair to put on isn't it Andy?"
"But.."
"That's right Andy, I want you to spend the rest of the day wearing
my knickers. You'll like that won't you?"
"But.."
"And I will know that Andy Pantie Richardson pantie pervert will do
whatever I tell him."
"I.."
She put a finger against my lips.
"No need to thank me Andy, at least not yet anyway."
"But.."
"No, I insist, besides, knowing that you're wearing ladies knickers
might stop you from having pantie pervert thoughts about the girls
clothes. Now run along and clean up."
Sandra have dragged and half pushed me toward the office door.
"Now if you do anything else but walk out of here calmly as if we have
just had a meeting you are going to attract attention to yourself. That
would mean I'd have to explain what is wrong with you. Do you want that
Andy Pantie Richardson pantie pervert?"
"No Sandra," I mumbled.
"Good." She patted my bottom, "Off you go then, go and put your
panties on."
It was no good, I had to do what she wanted. I'd find a way out of it
somehow but for the time being I was just going to have to go along
with it.
That afternoon was the longest of my life. Every time I moved I could
feel the satin knickers soft against my skin. The soft whisper as they
caressed me sounded like gunfire to my mind and I was continually
shaking and trembling. I couldn't concentrate on anything and the other
people in the office were noticing. I saw them whispering to each other
and glancing across at me, which only made me feel more frightened.
At five to five most people were packing up their things. Sandra stuck
her head round her office door and called me in.
I could almost here everyone else whispering behind my back.
"Did you see how he was shaking all after noon?" Or,
"I bet Sandra is going to tear him to pieces!" Or,
"Those knickers he's wearing, he stole them from Sandra!"
"Close the door behind you Andy."
I did and then stood trembling, looking at the floor.
Sandra was sitting behind her desk, the end of a pencil against her
lips.
"Trousers of Andy," she said simply.
"Pardon?" I managed to squeak.
"Take your trousers off, I want proof that you wear ladies knickers
under your trousers."
"But.."
She turned her lap top computer round and showed me the screen. It
showed an e-mail form which was addressed to the Managing Director
and copied to the entire staff. It read;
"I have discovered that Andy Richardson has been interfering with the
personal belongings of female members of staff, namely intimate
articles of clothing. Please be advised that whilst this is under
investigation he will remain at work under my strict supervision.
Female staff should be on their guard as he is a pantie thief, wearer
and pervert."
"So, Andy Pantie Richardson pantie pervert, trousers down or I send
the memo."
"I'll resign!" I gasped.
"Fair enough, shall I call security so they can escort you from the
premises? After you've handed the company uniform back of course."
I resignedly undid my belt, waist band then lowered the zip.
"Slow and sexy if you don't mind."
I closed my eyes, tears forming again, then dropped my trousers to
the floor.
"Off completely please, then fold them up and put them on my desk."
I had to take my shoes and socks off to achieve this and felt all the
more embarrassed for doing so.
"Lift your shirt tails Andy, I can't see if you're wearing pretty
panties or not."
Forlornly I did as I was told.
"Is that a company issue shirt Andy?"
"Yes Sandra," I breathed.
"Then hadn't you better take it off seeing as how you've decided to
resign."
"But.."
"Come along Andy, or have you changed your mind?"
I didn't know what to do, a swell of panic began to rise.
"There's no need for you to be shy Andy Pantie Richardson pantie
pervert."
Whether her pause was for effect or not, I don't know. Whatever it
was, it was long enough for the tears to start rolling down my cheeks.
"There, there Andy Pantie Richardson pantie pervert, there's no need
for you to cry." She was beside me in an instant and I felt her
gently her fingers unbuttoning the shirt. I just stood there crying,
sobbing silently, while she removed my shirt leaving me in just her
black satin French knickers.
I gasped when her fingers began caressing me through them. Over my
buttocks thighs and briefly across my groin. My physical reaction
betrayed my guilt even further. Seeing this Sandra caressed my length
and girth until it stood upright against my lower belly.
"Is that as big as it gets Andy? Is this the best that Andy Pantie
Richardson pantie pervert can do?"
"Yes!" I sobbed.
"Even when you're wearing pretty panties?"
"Yes!" The admission shot out before I could bite my tongue.
She walked all round me, a finger always in contact with my skin
through the panties at all times.
"Wipe your eyes Andy Pantie Richardson pantie pervert, give me a
lovely bright smile."
I did my best but seeing her standing there, holding a digital
camcorder, put me in a terrified stupor barely able to think let
alone do anything else.
"Such a shame, not even a little smile?"
Unfortunately my hearing didn't shut down and her mocking of me
continued.
"Andy. Pantie. Richardson. Pantie. Richardson. Revealing. In.
Lingerie."
"Can you say that for me Andy Pantie Richardson pantie pervert?"
"Try it for me?"
"Andy. Pantie. Pervert. Richardson. Revealing. In. Lingerie.
"A.P.P.R.R.I.L.
"What does that spell?"
"Apprril."
"April!"
"Is that who you really are?"
"Is that who you would really rather be?
"Would you rather be April than Andy Pantie Richardson Revealing In
Lingerie?"
"Is that your name Andy Pantie Richardson pantie pervert?"
I couldn't speak.
"I'll take that as a yes then, shall I?"
There was nothing too say, even if I could have spoken.
"Come along then April, lets get you dressed and off home."
The word 'home' seemed to wake me up from my coma. It wasn't a great
improvement but at least I was allowed to get dressed.
She actually walked out of the building with me, there were still
plenty of people around, some working late others still packing things
away. I barely saw any of them really though I could tell that they
were taking a great interest in seeing me being walked out by my
caring and concerned manager.
Once out of the front door she propelled me to the left.
"I'll give you a lift home April, you're in no state to manage
driving yourself."
Perhaps she had realised that she had gone too far I thought as I got
in the passenger seat.
"You just relax, close your eyes and shut the cruel world out. You
look a little pale but don't worry and we'll soon have you looking
and feeling so much better."
I actually fell asleep as we drove and when I heard her gently
whispering that we were home, I felt hugely better. At least I was
until I opened my eyes and saw that we were actually parked outside
of a large house that stood in its own grounds. The home she was
talking about was actually her home and not my flat.
"What are we doing here?" I blurted out.
"We're going to cure you of being a pantie pervert April," she said
getting out of the car.
I stayed right where I was.
"Are you going to get out April or do I ring the police and tell them
someone is trying to steal my car?"
I still didn't move.
"Just imagine what would happen if they were to strip search you. What
if you had to share a cell and they told the people you were sharing
with that you were a pantie pervert?"
That got me moving, all be it not very quickly.
I followed her meekly into the house and through to a large comfortably
furnished lounge.
"Have a seat April."
I sank onto the wide seat of an armchair and barely heard her leave the
room. I only knew that she had returned when she perched on the arm of
the chair and handed me a large brandy glass half filled with amber
fluid.
"Drink this April, it will warm you up and stop you from shivering."
I wasn't cold and any shivering I was doing was due to being
frightened.
"Now what are we going to do with you April? You understand that I can
hardly have a pantie pervert on my staff don't you?"
I nodded silently and sipped the drink.
"I'd have to sack you for gross misconduct wouldn't I?"
I nodded again and took a longer sip of the drink thinking that if I
finished it quickly enough then my nightmare would come to an end. The
trouble was that I suddenly felt very tired. I yawned and my eyes
started to droop.
"Tired April?"
"Mmmm?" I moaned.
"Well we'd better get you somewhere to lie down hadn't we?"
There seemed to be little strength in my body and I was thankful for
her support as we went up some stairs. I remember sitting on the end
of a large wide bed and I vaguely remember her mentioning something
about a soothing massage and then a bath but by then I was almost out
of it.
I do remember the massage involved a scented oil and some cream. The
bath was huge and filled with hot foamy water and I remember feeling
very embarrassed that she had to hold my head up with one hand behind
the back of my neck. Even more humiliating was that she bathed me all
over, telling me that she didn't want me to have any oil or cream
left on my body when slept beneath her silken sheets.
I must have slept for quite a while as I could see through the window
that it was dark. I yawned and stretched but found that couldn't move
my arms up above my chin. I blinked and looked down, seeing that the
sheet on which I had been lying on had been gathered up round my neck
and tied up tightly with a maroon company tie.
The best I could do was to kneel up in the middle of the bed. Even
the slightest movement slid the sheet all over me and its soft caress
was so sensuous that I got and immediate erection. I was having
trouble focusing and that got worse when I realised that when I moved
my hands on my body I didn't actually feel my skin. My hands felt as
though they had been gloved to my upper arms. Only there did I touch
skin and my skin told me that the gloves were as silky as the silk
bag I'd been imprisoned in.
My fingers plucked at something like a lace that seemed to lie back
across my shoulders, I felt another on the other side and realised
that they weren't laces they were shoulder straps. I traced the straps
down my front to find the tell tale shape of a bra. Worse still the
cups were full. The weight of the bra fillers felt, dare I say it,
natural and they seemed to moved against my skin naturally as well. I
tried to lift them out of the cups but found them securely stuck to my
skin!
It only got worse, something tightly encircled my waist and with a
sense of horror I realised it was a suspender belt. Four straps, taut
against my thighs, led down to the welt of a pair of stockings. I
didn't want to know any more but couldn't stop myself tracing the
outline of the panties I was wearing. They were different form the
ones Sandra had made me wear at the office. My fingers described
layers of frills all over them. I'd been put in frilly panties!
My mouth dropped open and I tried turning round to move to the edge
of the bed but all I achieved in doing was to allow myself to be
caressed all over by the silk. I had twisted about by about ninety
degrees and found myself looking into a wall mounted full length
mirror. The reflection I saw was of nobody I knew and I even looked
back over my shoulders to see who was similarly bagged behind me. Of
course there was nobody there.
I slowly turned back to the mirror and stared at my reflection. It
wasn't me, I kept trying to tell myself that but it was no good. I
knew that I was looking at myself, my lips were a glossy pink, my
eyes shaded with baby blue and silver. My lashes, now that I
registered it, were heavy with black mascara. My usually unruly mop
of hair had been washed straightened and styled into a sort of fluffy
page boy style.
I heard the door opening and spun in my silken trap to see Sandra
entering the room. She smiled at me and walked over to stand at the
foot of the bed.
"I'm glad you've woken up April, I was beginning to think you were
going to sleep all night!" she said brightly.
"What have you done to me," I wailed.
"I've cured you April, well, I've begun to cure you. You can't be
called a pantie pervert if your not a man any more now can you?"
"What!" I exploded.
"Girls are allowed to wear pretty panties and sexy lingerie aren't
they?"
I refused to answer.
"The silent smouldering type are we April?" she seemed amused.
"You can't be serious!"
"What I am serious about April, is that I'm going to cure you of
being a pantie pervert. To do that I've taken your pantie fetish and
extended the range so to speak. You're no longer a pantie pervert
April, you're now a sweet and sexy, very pretty young transvestite."
"No!"
"You look like one to me. Actually, that isn't true, you really look
like a pretty young girl. No one would ever guess that you're actually
a transvestite under those clothes. Providing you keep your panties on
of course."
"Please Sandra, I'm not a transvestite!" I whimpered.
"Yes you are April, you are now anyway. Don't cry April, you'll ruin
your make up." She sat on the bed and began stroking me through the
sheet.
"No!" I moaned softly.
"Our little secret April, no one will ever know, unless I show them
the film of me dressing you."
"No!"
"Oh yes, all on film, carefully edited of course so all you see of me
are my hands. Could be anybody dressing you and making up your face.
All the while you were so co-operative, no one would believe that you
weren't doing it voluntarily. Especially after they see you being
massaged, bathed and then smooth all over when your body hair washed
away."
"This can't be happening, really it can't!" I sobbed again.
"Well, it has, you're cured April. You're not Andy Pantie Richardson
pantie pervert any more and I promise I'll never call you that again."
"You won't?" I asked in disbelief.
"I promise I won't call you that ever again."
"Thank you," I whispered, relieved that she was finally seeing sense.
"I want you to promise me something in return."
"Yes!"
"I'm going to undo the tie at your chin so that you can see how you
look first."
The knot of the tie took sometime to undo and the movement of her
fumbling fingers made the sheet touch me everywhere so that when the
sheet fell away I was closing my eyes trying to hide the fact that I
had been enjoying its touch.
"Now what do you think?"
I was sitting on my left hip, hands supporting me either side of my
body. Seeing my reflection took my breath away in a rush. I hadn't
know what to expect but I hadn't expected to see myself looking so
completely feminine. From finger tip to the middle of my upper arms I
was sheathed in shimmering white satin opera style gloves. My legs
were in the most sheer of white stockings, I could see that my toe
nails had been glossed in the same pink as my lips. The panties were
white satin and frilly all over, so disguising my erection. The
suspender belt was deep cut and matched the soft full cups of the
satin embroidered ivory and white of the bra. Sitting as I was in the
middle of a black satin sheet I looked as though I had posed that way
on purpose.
"April?"
"Hmm?"
"You like it don't you?"
"I, erm, really don't know what to say!" I barely breathed.
"Then just say yes to my promise."
"I don't know what do you want me to do?"
"I want you to wear lingerie under your uniform for work from now on."
"No!"
"Why ever not?"
"I'll be found out!"
"You will be if you don't agree to do it. Remember the memo? And don't
forget the video."
"You wouldn't!" I squealed.
"I think you might want to re-think that April. I can, and I will,
simple as that. Do as I ask and you'll be home free."
"Promise?"
"I promise, now, will you wear the lingerie under your uniform from
now on?" she asked, not a flicker of emotion on her beautiful face.
"Alright then."
"Pardon April?"
"I'll wear the lingerie under my uniform."
"See? That was easy wasn't it, now I'll just go and get you your
uniform and then I'll give you a lift home okay?" She picked up a
cassette recorder from beneath the bed and left the room.
"Okay," I sagged against the bed once she'd gone, the mirror showed
me in a very sexy position as it happens.
When she came back into the room she had the camcorder with her.
There was no sign of my uniform.
"Where are my clothes?"
"In the wardrobe, I hung them up while you were asleep."
"Why the camcorder?"
"I want it on record in case you decide to break your promise. I'll
call you into my office at some stage tomorrow and ask you to show me
you're dressed in your lingerie. If you aren't then I'll send the e-
mail and publicise the tapes."
"That's not fair!" I objected.
"It's just the final part of the cure. Now, are you ready to put your
uniform on?" she said checking the camera and tripod were positioned
correctly.
"Alright then," I sighed and stood up, trying to ignore my reflection
or the way the suspender straps pulled on the stockings.
Sandra reached into the wardrobe and lifted out a suit bag and handed
it to me. Puzzled I began to open it, finding that instead of my
trousers and shirt I was lifting out a soft white blouse, a maroon
above the knee skirt and a short tailored jacket.
"Of course you'll need this." She was holding a full length slip
which screamed silk at me.
"And let's not forget that you'll need some shoes April."
I was aghast to see that she was holding a pair of black patent
leather court shoes with three inch heels.
"Don't worry April, I'll help you."
The full slip whispered as she lowered it over my head and settled the
frilled shoulders onto me. The silk was sheath like against my skin and
pushed me back into the mindless stupor I'd been in on the way out of
the office. Sandra made sure she smoothed the slip down over me, making
my shiver in response. I could only watch my reflection in the mirror
as I was ever more transformed.
She peeled down the opera gloves from my arms. As they slipped from my
fingers the glisten of the long pink nails on my fingertips caught the
light. Sandra then began sliding my arms into the sheer white blouse,
before buttoning me into it. It flowed against the slip whenever it
touched and my hearing picked up every tiny whisper.
I watched myself stepping into the skirt, which was fully lined. It too
whispered against the slip and further captivated my hearing. The skirt
itself had a wide waistband and this seemed to trim my waist and as it
was hip hugging I actually looked as if I had a little bit of a curvey
figure.
With the jacket to come next, again fully lined, I was as captive
within the uniform as I had been in the silken bag Sandra had formed
from the black sheet. Every movement, no matter how slight produced the
soft whisper of lining on silk or satin upon skin. Paralysed as I was I
watched myself step into the high heels, seeing my reflection moving to
compensate for the different feminine stance that the heels demanded.
I walked back and forth at her instruction, feeling my legs stretch to
accustom themselves to the new way I had to walk. I watched myself
transfixed in the mirror when without prompting I buttoned the jackets
single button below my bust and tied the floppy bow at the high collar.
I primped my hair a little and looked at myself critically from all
angles before turning to Sandra with a soft smile on my painted lips.
"I like it Sandra!" I breathed.
"I know you do April, you look just about perfect."
She came over to me with two small boxes she'd taken from the dressing
table drawer. Opening the first she lifted out two hinged gold coloured
rings which she clipped to my ears. The second box opened to reveal a
thin ladies watch, which she fitted to my right wrist.
"Now that is perfect April, don't you think."
I agreed with a whisper.
"There you are you see, you're not a pantie pervert any more are you
April?"
"No Sandra," I said in a soft voice.
"So what have you decided to become?"
"I'm a transvestite Sandra."
"Indeed you are April, a pretty young transvestite temporary secretary
until your contract terminates."
"My contract?" I asked, my voice seemingly as transformed and softly
feminine as the rest of me had become.
"Yes, starting tomorrow, you'll be working directly for me. If you
work hard and be a good girl I'll keep you on. Permanently."
"But what about.."
"The other staff? They need never know, they'll miss Andy I suppose
but then I had to sack him didn't I?"
"Yes Sandra," I replied, "I suppose you did."
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